-some place you like to hang out, 5:00 pm-
"Don't touch me!" you snarled, whipping around to face whoever had just touched your shoulder.
"Mis dios! It's just me senorita!"
"Well 'just me' can fuck off!" you shouted, not even noticing who you were bitching at. Then it registered, Antonio. "Aww fuck, I screwed that up, sorry…" you mumbled, blushing. Antonio simply laughed,
"It's alright mi tomate!"
"Don't call me that! I'm not your bitch so don't give me the kind of nickname you give your bitch!" you snapped. Antonio laughed again,
"You sound like Lovi~"
"Who? Your Italian boyfriend?"
"Aww senorita, don't be like that, I actually have my eye on a fine lady right now!" he exclaimed excitedly. Your heart sank, however mean and rude you were to Antonio, you loved him. He had been your friend through thick and thin. Mostly thin, what with your ignorant family and backstabbing friends. Years had gone by and you slowly felt your feelings for him grow. Embarrassed, you simply bitched at him a lot more and avoided other guys. Covering up your sadness, you sighed, feigning exasperation,
"Do I even want to know who?" Antonio blushed bright, a dreamy look coming over his face,
"A beautiful chica with eyes that sparkle and cheeks red as tomates, she acts tough but deep down she's sweet as churro…"
"Sounds like a dream, don't you have some place to be lover boy?" you ask impatiently, truly hurt. The Spaniard stared off in deep thought,
"Y'know what? I think I do…" You facepalm and sigh,
"If you need a ride I can take you, it's not like I have anything better to do…" You glare at Antonio for a second, "You're just going clubbing with Gil and Francis right?"
"Hahaha! I said I had somewhere to be, not that I was going! Nah, I'm planning on spending some time with my senorita I was talking about!~" he says.
"Well I'm not driving you off to meet your date… Who is she anyway?" you say angrily.
"No need chica! It's you of course!" Antonio chirps happily, grabbing your hand. Your blush dark red, face betraying your bewilderment. "What?" the dark haired man asks, leaning sideways to look you in the eye, "You don't like me too? Aww, senorita, I'm hurt!"
"N-no! Bastard! I-I love you!" you stammer, unsure of whether to laugh, cry, or dance. Antonio made a decision for you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. Still blushing, you close your eyes and melt into the kiss. He tasted just like you remembered, you had already been kissed by him once before.
When you two were just 5 you had been spying on your parents, right before things got bad. Your father had kissed your mother as they walked out the front door. "Toni? Have you kissed someone before?"
"Nuh uhn senorita," he replied. Then he leaned over and kissed you smack on the lips. "Now I have!"
"Tonio!" you had yelled.
Nothing seemed to have changed over the years, he was mischievous as ever. That same familiar taste on your lips, literally sugar and spice, made you happy it was Antonio and not anyone else holding you now. When he broke the kiss, Antonio continued to embrace you, "Senorita, you're just as sweet as I remember~"
"Idiot! Make another cheeky comment like that and you're taking me to dinner!" you yelled half-jokingly, grabbing his tan hand and dashing off.
"Don't have to tell me twice chica~"
